Parent Participation Day. The bane of all students.

I should have faked sick.

As the teacher joked and made the parents laugh, I looked around the classroom and my mind for something that would excuse me from this hell session. Nothing here, nothing there... Crap. I had nothing.

But the teacher wouldn't call out on me anyway, so that was one last thing to worry about. He called out on Yamamoto, who somehow guessed the answer right, then on Gokudera, who also got the answer right, and then on Tsuna, who got the answer wrong, on was smacked on the head with a flying slipper for his troubles.

"Me!" an obnoxious voice called out. I sighed, and attempted to disappear from view by burying my face in my arms. It didn't work, as evidenced by Lambo yelling that he wanted to play with me and Kyoko. Somehow, the cow brat had formed an attachment with me. It probably had something to do with the fact that I gave him grape candy to get him to shut up when he annoyed me, which was quite often.

Tsuna berated our mother for bringing the children, and was shocked when she said she didn't. Bianchi appeared in the doorway and made Gokudera faint. A chance!

I rushed over to help Gokudera up, and greeted Bianchi. "Bianchi! What a pleasant surprise."

"Ah, it's nice to see you too." Bianchi smiled back. "Poor Hayato was probably so excited at seeing me that he fainted."

"The boy gets excited too easily. Oh well. Shall we take him to the infirmary?"

"Let's."

The two of us left the classroom with Nana and the children. The teacher told the class to self-study before rushing out.

I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Crisis averted. For now.

Tsuna watched Reborn, who was masquerading as Reboyama-sensei, write an absurdly long and hard question on the board. He then told the class that whoever answered it correctly would be introduced to an employment opportunity in the mafia. He had been serious about searching for family candidates in his class! Tsuna was very glad that probably no-one currently in the classroom could solve it. Gokudera had keeled over, and his sister was carrying him to the infirmary with Bianchi.

Or so he thought.

"I've seen this question… before." Gokudera said, struggling into the classroom, "The answer is the square root of 5!"

He was bombed by Reborn for already being in the mafia.

The other occupants of the classroom stared, aghast. Tsuna decided he had to do something and stomped up to Reborn.

"Reborn! You're-"

"Gokudera-kun! You shouldn't be moving about in your condition!" His sister ran up to the silver-haired teenager and picked him up by the arm, seemingly not noticing the smell of gunpowder and smoke. "Ah, sensei, sorry for disturbing your lesson." She bowed to Reborn.

"I'll forgive you if you can answer this question," replied Reborn. Tsuna turned back to him to protest, but stopped when his sister narrowed her eyes at the board and wrote something down on a blank piece of paper that she had brought out of nowhere with a pencil that she had also brought out of nowhere. She gave the paper to Reborn.

"The answer is written here." She bowed again, and left the classroom with Gokudera in tow. Reborn looked at the piece of paper and nodded. Now that she was gone, Tsuna could feel the glares boring into his back and ordering him to do something.

He wanted to cry. Even more so when he was shot.

As Fuuta brought the enormous book out of his coat, Tsuna wondered if he was the only one in the world who didn't have access to a pocket dimension. Wait, he'd never seen Yamamoto bring something out of nowhere, had he?

…He'd probably just jinxed it.

"Haru, you left your bag-"

I opened the door and stopped short at the sight of Lambo and I-pin floating in the air along with several other objects. I was doing that a lot these days. Fuuta was standing in the middle of the room.

"Nee-san is ranked first in walking into situations she does not want to be a part of."

Too true, seriously, what was the famed Hyper Intuition doing, taking a bath in a separate compartment of my brain while whistling contentedly and ignoring the door-banging of my conscious mind?

"She is also ranked first in feigning ignorance to get out of those situations."

Ahahahahaha, what was he talking about? Feigning ignorance? What's that?

"Oh, how interesting. Tsuna, you never told me you had a visitor. Haru, I brought your bag which you left downstairs. I'll be in my room if you need me bye." I quickly left the room and shut the door.

"Dear, could you please go out to the market and buy some ingredients?" said my mother, opening the door to my room. I looked up from what I was drawing.

"Sure. What do you need?"

She listed the ingredients, and I wrote them down on a piece of paper brought out from hammerspace. When she finished, I nodded.

"Cool. I'll be going now then."

I stepped out the front door, waving and resolutely ignoring the grey suited men clustered outside the gate. I really didn't want to bother with them; they, however, seemed to want to bother me.

"Where's-" He was interrupted by the Bianchi Glare™ that I had adopted.

"Excuse me, I need to get through. Please kindly move and clear a path for me to walk through," I said, dropping the glare for a smile that promised pain and cranking the 'pain promised' level to 9. They complied, forming straight lines of men on each side.

Once I was clear of the crowd, I turned and followed Bianchi's example.

"Ciao."

I could still see through the window. Tsuna and Gokudera's faces were priceless.

Omake - Nightmare as suggested by HikariNoTenshi-San

Tsuna blinked. He was standing in front of his sister. Who was wearing a flowing white dress. And an amethyst ring on her fourth finger. And standing next to Dino. Who was wearing a smart black suit. And a matching ring on his fourth finger.

...This wasn't what he thought it was, was it?

"Tsu-kun! I'm so glad you came!" His sister grabbed his hands in hers.

"Y-yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Wouldn't miss what for the world? Tsuna didn't know anything about the words that came out of his mouth.

"Come to give us congratulations?" said Dino, grinning like his greatest wish had just been fulfilled. (It very well may have, if Tsuna's guess was unfortunately right.)

Tsuna's head nodded against his will.

"Yeah. Congratulations on your wedding, and I wish you the best in your married life."

...Nooooooooooooooooooooooo-

"-oooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Tsuna was awoken by the sound of his own shriek. Gasping for air, he looked around and realized he was in his bed.

Oh. It was dream then. What a relief.

He sighed, and stood to switch on the light so he could get a glass of water. Bad move. As soon as the light hit the room, his eyes were drawn to something on his dresser.

A picture frame. Showing his sister and Dino. At the altar.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

"-ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Tsuna awoke again. He jerked his head up and looked around. His head had previously been resting on his arms, which were resting on a counter sticky with spilled... alcohol?

He frowned. A bar? Why was he at a bar? He was obviously way underage!

During his confusion, the bartender who was cleaning a glass with a rag gave him a concerned look.

"Are you alright, Sawada-san?"

Tsuna blinked at the man. "Y-yeah, probably... What am I doing here?"

The bartender gave him another concerned look.

"You came to 'drink your sorrows away', remember?" he said, then continued in a sympathetic tone, "Your sister's wedding must have really hit you hard."

Oh. That made sense.

Wait, what?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Tsuna was awoken yet again. Looking around frantically, he saw the amused faces and frowns of his classmates. He was in school. Right.

"Sawada, does my class really bore you so much that you find sleeping is necessary?" the teacher said from the front of the classroom, adjusting their glasses disapprovingly. At his panicked head shake, the teacher continued, "Good. But you can prove yourself in detention, can't you?"

Not another detention. He sighed and nodded in defeat. "Yes, sensei."

The teacher nodded curtly back and continued the lesson. Tsuna snuck glances at his sister, wondering, and eventually came to the conclusion that no, she was not married to Dino. They were still in school, after all.

He never saw the engagement ring on her finger.

So, um, for the twentieth chapter, I wanted to do something special, but didn't finish it in time, and this chapter was all up and ready to go, so, uh, I just decided to make it special by doing a special omake based on HikariNoTenshi-San's review, which was somehow turned into a Inception-esque thing.

misminor: Ohohohohoho~ What an evil idea.

Reaper Senpai: Yes, her obsession is quite entertaining. And no, we haven't. I've been wondering when someone would bother to ask. And thanks!

WindWhistle21: Your memory serves you correctly. And I'm quite glad for the assurance that I'm not completely failing in writing amusing passive-aggressive behaviour.

HikariNoTenshi-San: True. Your suggestion has been turned into an almost 500 word omake. As for your question, I'm not quite sure myself. Probably not. Familial ties don't really carry over. Think of it like an in-laws kind of way. Your blood-related family can still marry into your in-law family.

Raven-V-Blackshade: The chapter has been delivered. I hope it didn't fail your expectations.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Tell me if there's anything you particularly want to see, or if you noticed something was off, or if you particularly liked something.

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Disclaimer: Fuuta says Akira Amano is the number one most likely to own a series about the mafia and supernatural flames. So there you have it.